We are eye to eye. Hers are dancing with color and fire. What am I to do? What’s next?“What is that supposed to mean?”“Well, you kissed me bac... last night. It was nice. The boys here just shake my hand because they are so afraid of my dad.”“Maybe I should be afraid of your dad as well. I can’t see him agreeing with you talking or kissing an old man.”“Old you are not, interesting you are.”This is getting dicey. My desire for Elena is strong; but, knowing her restrictions set by her dad keeps me. It heldthe same hard look that she always carried when dealing with businessmatters. I felt it best not to say anything. Nothing I could have saidwould have helped matters. We continued along the side of the creek until the creek took asharp turn away from the path, and the silence returned. I happened tolook back at Betty as a street lamp passed on my side. Theyellow-tinted light briefly illuminated her legs before my shadow fellover them. Like the rest of her, they appeared large and. And it was true that she didn't look like the usual street girl.Her brown hair was relatively long and well cared for, if a bit mussed at the moment. Her skin was clear and showed only a hint of tan. And her green eyes were clear and free of the dulling that habitual drug use inevitably causes."I am new to the life," she said. "And I don't seem to be very good at it." Trouble with the other girls?" I asked.She shook her head. "The other girls have mostly been OK as long as I stay off their. ”“It must take some effort to put on. It appears as if it has been painted on you,” Bertie exclaimed.“It is, if you don’t know the trick.”“What’s the trick?”“Talcum powder. A liberal application will let you slither right into it and out of it,” she smirked.“I might at some point exercise my royal privilege and ask you to demonstrate that for me,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.Emmanuel blushed as she answered, “For you, Your Highness, it would be my pleasure and my duty.” She ended with a.